Chasing Fleeting Dreams
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters in this story, all rights go to Rumiko Takahashi. So do not sue me. Thank you.
Summary: When a secret keeps someone from falling in love how far will one go to discover the truth? What will the truth cause? Will someone's heart break? Why is it so vital to keep it a secret? Who's going out on a limb? Where will it all lead? All these answers will be found in this story. ;)
Prolong
As I walk these familiar hallways, listening to the sounds of laughter, whispers and voices, life, that's what I hear around me, I think about what makes me unlike them. I can't have all the things they will one day hold dear, I am just not like them. Oh yes, I pretend I am the same, I smile and laugh and talk about a distant future. I tell them about my dream career, about a wife and family I will one day have and about those other crazy teenage dreams. They don't know about my secret, I have that buried deep inside. I like my image of being just like them, this game of charades does make me fit in. I don't need or want to be treated differently, I am, too, just an adolescent teen trying to find my own way in this great big world.
Time is ones only restraint, but ones time varies from one to another. Time to a person is just as mysterious as what hides in their beating heart, each life is a different story that must be told. Ah, death can rip out the end to any life, making it seem incomplete, too short or greatly unfair. Life keeps going on for others after the death of a single being, some will never even notice their absence. They are forgotten by most of the world, that's not what they intended. Isn't that what most people really want, to be remembered after their gone? I know I want to be remembered, I want my name to be spoken long after I'm gone. I'm Miroku Hisashi and this...this is my story.
(A/N) I know this is really short, but it's just the prolong. R&R Please tell me what you think and whether I should keep writing this story.